He's
one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one
who leaves his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you
need closure.

For
Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor.

After
he broke her heart seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew
and reinvented herself. With a new home, a new look and a new name,
Riley Williams is now an up and coming journalist given the
assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She never suspected he would
be her Mike Taylor.

With Mike having
no hint of Riley's true identity, she must decide if she will make
him pay for sins he doesn't remember committing, or if she can wipe
away the past and be with the one man who she has always wanted?

Can she finally
have closure?

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Excerpt 1

"Are
you worried I'm going to get something wrong?" Without him
knowing, they slipped back into their old banter. She reached into
her bag, found a pad and pen and held them up. "Do you feel
better now?"

"Yes,
different." He pressed his back against the chair. "A
challenge." His smile let the tooth peek out, while seventeen
years caused the little wrinkle at corner of his eye to appear. "You
know, I have some meetings here the rest of this week."

"Should
I be writing this down?" She clicked the pen twice, trying to
stop herself from reading more into this.

"Not
unless you're writing down your address so I know where to pick you
up for dinner tomorrow night."

Everything
stopped. Even if only in her mind, for that second the world froze.
The constant clink of dishes ceased, the bustling wait staff stood
motionless.

Back
in the school hallway when he had invited her out, he used a similar
assumptive close. He turned to her and asked what time he should get
her Friday night.

Though
the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again,
she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than
succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been
nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.

Here
together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't
blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her
looks, but never managed to change her heart.

She
always wondered.

Maybe
she always wished.

Was
she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had
she just received the ultimate do-over?

"Excuse
me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.

Though
the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again,
she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than
succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been
nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.

Here
together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't
blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her
looks, but never managed to change her heart.

She
always wondered.

Maybe
she always wished.

Was
she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had
she just received the ultimate do-over?

"Excuse
me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.

Excerpt
2

There’s
always that one guy. Riley watched her date and shook her head.

"Stay
there, I'll get the door." Mike got out of the car.

The
cellophane on the roses Mike gave her when he arrived at her
apartment crinkled in complaint as she moved them to the back seat,
but not before she breathed in one more time. The floral perfume
combined with his cologne made her dizzy, or maybe it was the ride
down Pacific Coat Highway to Malibu.

Yes,
there was always that one guy, the one that every other man is
measured against. Up until yesterday she hadn’t thought about Mike
in years, but he was always there. His imprint was all over her, a
fingerprint unique to only her. How many men had to live up to
memories they couldn’t compete with?

Part
of her wished she possessed the strength to turn him down. Part of
her wished he hadn't shown, or cancelled. Part of her wanted this
date to reclaim what she lost so long ago she forgot she missed it.

The
moment she got in the car with him, she became the seventeen-year-old

Margaret
again. Only her former self never got this far. At the time she
convinced herself it was better, the date would have been terrible,
he was too goal oriented, and he only wanted what he perceived as an
easy lay.

He
took long strides around the car, opened the door on her side and
held out his hand.

"Riley."

Now
she was Riley. Margaret was gone. Riley had hidden her away with a
name change taken from her parents' middle names, a bottle of hair
dye, and a move to a new state.

She
paused, studying him. Tonight he wore a pair of black pants and
matching blazer and dark blue button down. As always, he fit his
situation perfectly. She acquiesced and put her hand in his.

Excerpt
3

Mike
never tutored her in chemistry. She supposed it was because she
followed the instructions in that class or she may blow herself up.
One thing was certain. She did not need any help now.

"Take
a bite." Mike held up a spoon containing a sampling of chocolate
covered coconut cake with raspberry sauce.

They
sat together at tiny table outside the small café where they were
presented with several small dessert selections, including chocolate
mousse and a custard dish, but both their eyes went to the sinful
cake first.

Their
dinner was incredible, but not for the food. She barely remembered
eating, but she savored the way Mike ordered for her, how he chose
the ideal wine to compliment the meal, and how he continued to stare
at her as if nothing else existed.

"It's
dripping." She shook her head.

"Then
it's perfect." He lifted the spoon higher.

She
decided not to mention anything else dripping. She was ready to
drown.

Instead,
she lapped up some of the sauce with her finger.

She
went to put her finger between her lips, when he dropped the spoon
and caught her wrist.

"I
believe I would like the first taste." He brought her hand to
his mouth and sucked the sauce off her.

He
swirled his tongue along her fingertip. If he was trying to show her
exactly what he could do to another part of her body, it worked.

"Delectable."
He licked his lips. "But I believe I need something more."
He leaned forward and kissed her.

This
kiss was different than the one on the pier. They already skipped
over awkward, unsure connections and were now at tantalizing tastes.
The type of kissing usually meant as a precursor to other, more
satisfying, activities.

He
opened his mouth giving her a sampling of the decadent dessert mixed
with him.

No,
dripping wasn't the word to describe her. If he were any other man,
she would have already had them back in bed letting him properly
attend to her needs. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt
to relieve some of the pressure.

He
placed his hand on her leg. "You seem a little tense."

She
glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, tightening and relaxing
the muscles in her leg. "I'm just in good shape."

"So
I feel." He inched his hand up, his fingertips sneaking under
the hem of her dress.

Excerpt
4

His
mouth went dry. Her pale skin glowed against all the black.

She
rolled up the shirt and put it in her handbag. "What are you
waiting for?"

He
cleared his throat and pushed the button.

The
elevator doors closed. If she wouldn't allow him to know where they
were going, he would make headway in another direction. He stepped
back and slid his arm around her waist.

She
settled against him.

Her
position gave him the perfect opportunity to take in the top of her
breasts.

They
wanted to overflow out the lingerie disguised as a dress. The corset
contoured to her curves, accentuating what was already magnificent.
He dared to snake his hand up.

"You
look troubled." She moved her hair out of her face.

"You
look beautiful."

"Are
you sure it's not too much?" A bit of pink stained her pale
cheeks.

He
let his gaze travel from her face to her neck decorated with a black
lace choker, and back to her cleavage. He was never going to make
through tonight without having her.

"It's
not too much." He took a chance and moved his hand to the edge
of her breast. Even with the restrictive garment, her flesh changed,
soft, welcoming, enticing.

She
arched her back toward him. "So, you like what you see?"

Less
than ten minutes ago this woman wouldn't kiss him. He wanted to grab
her, take her hand and press it to himself and show her exactly how
much he liked what he saw.

"I
can think of nothing better."

"Are
you ready for some surprises?" She reached up to fix his collar.

His
life had turned into nothing but twists and turns ever since she
asked her first interview question.

Kim Carmichael began writing eight
years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy
endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad
boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he
proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing,
she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles
and helping top doctors build their practices.

Demon Dolan Ciar
exists on three simple words: desire, denial, and destruction. Every
four years, he is allowed one night of earthly passion to punish a
deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims are left as
willing receptacles for demons yet to come.

Since
she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond's
life. He taught her how to seize control, to never give up, and to
take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four, her self-centered existence
is focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she won't be dissuaded.

A
mistake brought Dolan to Leora. A promise bound him to her. Returning
once again to ask for his freedom, he is faced with Leora demanding
to be his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take
from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness.

Now,
Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face
his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose
between her pleasure and her heart.

The Promise blurs the line
between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.

Excerpts

He tilted his
head. "You look older."

She forced
herself to blink and to remember her goal. "Then I assume I am
at last old enough to be a fit for a demon." She stepped
forward, stopping less than a foot away from him. The back of her
throat dried out, and she swallowed.

He put his
hand to his chin, his gaze taking her in. "This old song and
dance. When will you use the brains you have and leave it alone?"

His words hit
her, but rather than retreating, she moved closer. The energy, the
tingle, the wafts of spice encompassed her and lured her toward him.
"Never."

"You
were smart last time. Why don't you release me so I can do what I
came here for." He glanced down at her and then shifted his
focus beyond her. "I have needs as well."

"Tonight
I am the one you came here for." The mention of his last visit
stung, but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up
the buttons of his shirt. "You always told me to take control."

He shook his
head. "A lesson you learned well."

She reached
up and clenched his collar in her fist. "I let you go last time,
but tonight I am the one you need."

He grabbed
her wrist. "I spared you before. Never forget that."

She stared
right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. "It's me,
Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor
of dying. I don't care about your pain." She tensed, preparing
herself for his retaliation.

"I
thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon." He
pressed his palm to the side of her face.

Heat radiated
through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve
endings. "A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon
in my book."

His jaw
tightened. "That was a mistake. An oversight."

Kim Carmichael began writing eight
years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy
endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad
boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he
proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing,
she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles
and helping top doctors build their practices.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

He's
one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one
who leaves his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you
need closure.

For
Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor.

After
he broke her heart seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew
and reinvented herself. With a new home, a new look and a new name,
Riley Williams is now an up and coming journalist given the
assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She never suspected he would
be her Mike Taylor.

With Mike having
no hint of Riley's true identity, she must decide if she will make
him pay for sins he doesn't remember committing, or if she can wipe
away the past and be with the one man who she has always wanted?

Can she finally
have closure?

Excerpt 1

"Are
you worried I'm going to get something wrong?" Without him
knowing, they slipped back into their old banter. She reached into
her bag, found a pad and pen and held them up. "Do you feel
better now?"

"Yes,
different." He pressed his back against the chair. "A
challenge." His smile let the tooth peek out, while seventeen
years caused the little wrinkle at corner of his eye to appear. "You
know, I have some meetings here the rest of this week."

"Should
I be writing this down?" She clicked the pen twice, trying to
stop herself from reading more into this.

"Not
unless you're writing down your address so I know where to pick you
up for dinner tomorrow night."

Everything
stopped. Even if only in her mind, for that second the world froze.
The constant clink of dishes ceased, the bustling wait staff stood
motionless.

Back
in the school hallway when he had invited her out, he used a similar
assumptive close. He turned to her and asked what time he should get
her Friday night.

Though
the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again,
she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than
succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been
nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.

Here
together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't
blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her
looks, but never managed to change her heart.

She
always wondered.

Maybe
she always wished.

Was
she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had
she just received the ultimate do-over?

"Excuse
me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.

Though
the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again,
she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than
succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been
nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.

Here
together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't
blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her
looks, but never managed to change her heart.

She
always wondered.

Maybe
she always wished.

Was
she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had
she just received the ultimate do-over?

"Excuse
me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.

Excerpt
2

There’s
always that one guy. Riley watched her date and shook her head.

"Stay
there, I'll get the door." Mike got out of the car.

The
cellophane on the roses Mike gave her when he arrived at her
apartment crinkled in complaint as she moved them to the back seat,
but not before she breathed in one more time. The floral perfume
combined with his cologne made her dizzy, or maybe it was the ride
down Pacific Coat Highway to Malibu.

Yes,
there was always that one guy, the one that every other man is
measured against. Up until yesterday she hadn’t thought about Mike
in years, but he was always there. His imprint was all over her, a
fingerprint unique to only her. How many men had to live up to
memories they couldn’t compete with?

Part
of her wished she possessed the strength to turn him down. Part of
her wished he hadn't shown, or cancelled. Part of her wanted this
date to reclaim what she lost so long ago she forgot she missed it.

The
moment she got in the car with him, she became the seventeen-year-old

Margaret
again. Only her former self never got this far. At the time she
convinced herself it was better, the date would have been terrible,
he was too goal oriented, and he only wanted what he perceived as an
easy lay.

He
took long strides around the car, opened the door on her side and
held out his hand.

"Riley."

Now
she was Riley. Margaret was gone. Riley had hidden her away with a
name change taken from her parents' middle names, a bottle of hair
dye, and a move to a new state.

She
paused, studying him. Tonight he wore a pair of black pants and
matching blazer and dark blue button down. As always, he fit his
situation perfectly. She acquiesced and put her hand in his.

Excerpt
3

Mike
never tutored her in chemistry. She supposed it was because she
followed the instructions in that class or she may blow herself up.
One thing was certain. She did not need any help now.

"Take
a bite." Mike held up a spoon containing a sampling of chocolate
covered coconut cake with raspberry sauce.

They
sat together at tiny table outside the small café where they were
presented with several small dessert selections, including chocolate
mousse and a custard dish, but both their eyes went to the sinful
cake first.

Their
dinner was incredible, but not for the food. She barely remembered
eating, but she savored the way Mike ordered for her, how he chose
the ideal wine to compliment the meal, and how he continued to stare
at her as if nothing else existed.

"It's
dripping." She shook her head.

"Then
it's perfect." He lifted the spoon higher.

She
decided not to mention anything else dripping. She was ready to
drown.

Instead,
she lapped up some of the sauce with her finger.

She
went to put her finger between her lips, when he dropped the spoon
and caught her wrist.

"I
believe I would like the first taste." He brought her hand to
his mouth and sucked the sauce off her.

He
swirled his tongue along her fingertip. If he was trying to show her
exactly what he could do to another part of her body, it worked.

"Delectable."
He licked his lips. "But I believe I need something more."
He leaned forward and kissed her.

This
kiss was different than the one on the pier. They already skipped
over awkward, unsure connections and were now at tantalizing tastes.
The type of kissing usually meant as a precursor to other, more
satisfying, activities.

He
opened his mouth giving her a sampling of the decadent dessert mixed
with him.

No,
dripping wasn't the word to describe her. If he were any other man,
she would have already had them back in bed letting him properly
attend to her needs. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt
to relieve some of the pressure.

He
placed his hand on her leg. "You seem a little tense."

She
glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, tightening and relaxing
the muscles in her leg. "I'm just in good shape."

"So
I feel." He inched his hand up, his fingertips sneaking under
the hem of her dress.

Excerpt
4

His
mouth went dry. Her pale skin glowed against all the black.

She
rolled up the shirt and put it in her handbag. "What are you
waiting for?"

He
cleared his throat and pushed the button.

The
elevator doors closed. If she wouldn't allow him to know where they
were going, he would make headway in another direction. He stepped
back and slid his arm around her waist.

She
settled against him.

Her
position gave him the perfect opportunity to take in the top of her
breasts.

They
wanted to overflow out the lingerie disguised as a dress. The corset
contoured to her curves, accentuating what was already magnificent.
He dared to snake his hand up.

"You
look troubled." She moved her hair out of her face.

"You
look beautiful."

"Are
you sure it's not too much?" A bit of pink stained her pale
cheeks.

He
let his gaze travel from her face to her neck decorated with a black
lace choker, and back to her cleavage. He was never going to make
through tonight without having her.

"It's
not too much." He took a chance and moved his hand to the edge
of her breast. Even with the restrictive garment, her flesh changed,
soft, welcoming, enticing.

She
arched her back toward him. "So, you like what you see?"

Less
than ten minutes ago this woman wouldn't kiss him. He wanted to grab
her, take her hand and press it to himself and show her exactly how
much he liked what he saw.

"I
can think of nothing better."

"Are
you ready for some surprises?" She reached up to fix his collar.

His
life had turned into nothing but twists and turns ever since she
asked her first interview question.

Kim Carmichael began writing eight
years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy
endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad
boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he
proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing,
she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles
and helping top doctors build their practices.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Iris has a secret. She lost her memory eight
years ago and never told a living soul. After an asthma attack one
night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy
island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the
past the more she realizes the life she has been living is a lie. As
the façade her father has built starts to crumble around her she
will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.

Emma Michaels is a cover
artist and author of The Thirteenth Chime, Anasazi,
Firstling and Owlet. As the founder of The Writers
Voice blog (http://OurBooksOurVoice.Blogspot.com)
she loves to connect authors and readers. Her love of blogging
started when she created a review blog in 2009 (www.EmmaMichaels.com)
that gave her that final push towards submitting her novel to her
first publisher, Bokheim Publishing. With her novel Owlet and
her full ‘Society of Feathers’ series being published through
Tribute Books she feels blessed to be working with two of her
favorite publishers to bring her books to life.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

After five years
traveling through third world countries to teach impoverished
children, Samira Suarez has returned home to Black Meadows. What Sam
didn’t expect was to be instantly overwhelmed by the desire to be
with the one man she’s wanted since she was a teen, Riel Karven.

Riel has been
patiently waiting for Sam’s return. For five long years he’s
backed off and watched her come and go. This is it. His mate is back,
and he’s taking a stand.

Sam’s need for
Ry grows to unimaginable proportions. It’s almost as if she were in
heat. But she’s a human…isn’t she?

There’s more
at stake than Sam and Ry’s future relationship when she inherits
her grandmother’s estate. One of her many relatives wants her out
of the way.

It’s going to take all of Ry’s
determination and help from his friends to keep her alive. And
it’s going to take delving into her past to find out why a human is
going into mating heat.

Want
to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the
prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She
grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she
resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their
little dog Speedy.

How do you move on when you don’t
even know where you were going in the first place?

The Spirit Stalker is dead and I have
finally started to erect my life. But I quickly discover, that just
because the structure is built doesn’t mean the foundation is
sturdy. As much as I try to manage my abilities, I can’t completely
control them. The physical impossibility of the relationship I have
with Justice has reached a boiling point; our fundamental problem is
my inability to control myself from absorbing his power, and his
fears of touching me because of it.

As if that wasn’t deal-breaker
enough, a new threat looms on my horizon - Darklings.

They are grim reapers of the immortal
world who surface every five-hundred-years to feed off the souls of
magical beings who are weak, aimless, lost; those who have given up
and want to move on.

They also hunt power. Which means,
they’re hunting me.

Abandoned by the one person I need the
most, I find myself in Melenia’s realm. There, I’m courted by
Siberian, a dangerous pixie who covets me, hunted by Death
personified; all the while hiding my powers and my ancient bloodline.
The pixie prince is alluring, and I feel so broken and vulnerable. I
know giving in to him means giving myself over to him. But right now,
I don’t care. All I want is to feel anything other than the loss
and rejection Justice left me with.

Anything other than pain.

So what do I do when I’m scared to be
touched, even though I know it’s the only way to bring my soul back
to life?

Excerpt-
Justice’s POV

We
land right outside the gates of Keelin Castle. Extinguishing
ourselves, we descend on the palace.

Walking
authoritatively, we make our way down the nave-like hallway of the
castle to the huge, golden double doors at the end. The throne room.

“Are
you sure that’s where she’ll be?” Derrin asks snidely. “She
might be waiting in her chambers for you.”

“Well
if she is, she’ll be waiting a while.”

“It
could be a good way to get some of your frustrations out,” he says
boorishly.

“There’s
more than one way to release frustration,” I threaten him.

“Bring
it, bitch,” he grabs his crotch, not intimidated at all.

Asshole.

I
push open the throne room doors, and as expected, we see the pixie
queen perched on her throne waiting for us.

Emery
surveys us as we approach. Both Derrin and I give a small nod in due
respect as we reach her, but don’t be deceived, we are the supreme
strata.

“Your
little human has caused quite a stir,” she says evenly, but I can
see the danger flashing in her eyes.

“She
was the one who was attacked,” I quickly defend Liv.

“Was
she? Or did she bring it on herself?”

My
look becomes more intense. “What are you talking about?”

“My
brother has taken quite a liking to her you know,” Emery says
randomly.

Yes,
I’ve noticed.

“If
your brother knows what’s best for him, he will disappear from her
life,” I say through clenched teeth.

Or
I’ll remove him myself.

Emery’s
eyes become razor sharp at my comment - she’s realized something.
She slips off her throne and stalks down the three slate stairs to
the floor where Derrin and I are standing. Like Liv, she is tiny,
with long hair blacker than night and almond eyes just like
Melenia’s.

“What
is so special about this human?” she looks up at me, searing the
question straight into my soul.

“Nothing,”
I snap, but Emery knows me. She sees right through my lies.

“Then
it will be nothing if I send the royal guard to take care of her, and
rid my land of such contaminants.”

“Do
it, and I will burn this entire realm to the ground,” I growl.

Her
eyes grow a little wider, but she doesn’t back down from my glare.

“You
love her.”

“No.”

“You
deny it?”

“Yes.”

No.

“You
loved me once,” she says vulnerably.

“What
we had was never love,” I bite, “just sex.”

Ouch.
That was harsh, even for me.

Emery’s
eyebrows crease, and I know I have hurt her deeply.

It’s
not a lie, I never loved her. We did have an intense physical
relationship that included some emotion, but it’s incomparable to
what I have with Liv.

She
backs away from me, shifting her eyes between me and Derrin.

Derrin
clears his throat. “Not to interrupt this lover’s quarrel,”
that I
highly enjoy watching,
he tells me telepathically, “but what exactly did you mean when you
said she brought it on herself?”

Emery’s
full attention falls upon Derrin.

“Siberian
didn’t give me all the details, but apparently she used her powers
on him, and what she did, he described only as provocative.”

I
clench my jaw. Provocative?

Images
of Liv and Siberian reel through my head. What did she do to him?
What did
he do to her?

The
thought makes me furious.

I’ve
damaged us so badly; she turned to a threat more dangerous than the
Darklings. And the only thing I can do about it is blame myself.

“So,
is she in trouble?” Derrin goes on. “Is there anything we need to
be aware of?” he hints. “Besides you sending the royal guard and
Siberian?”

Emery
contemplates Derrin’s questions for a short second. “Besides
Darklings, what else should there be?” She looks over at me as I
stand there still-stocked, trying not to give away the anger boiling
over in my chest at the thought of Liv and Siberian.

“Who
is this girl, exactly?” she pries deeper now, and I know we are
heading into hazardous territory.

“She’s
no one you have to be concerned about,” I dodge the question. “We
just need to know if you’ve caught wind of any unusual uprisings?”

She
is simultaneously lost and absolutely intrigued as she stares at me
decisively. “No, nothing.”

I
nod, and release an almost nonexistent sigh of relief.

“Do
I have your word she won’t be harmed while she’s in Devonshire?”
I phrase it as a question, but she understands my query is so much
more than that. It’s a threat.

She
nods her displeasure with a small, irritated frown.

We’ve
collected the information we came for, and I’ve had enough of
Emery’s probing stares. Surrendering to the ever-present pull
drawing me back to Liv, and preparing for the shit-storm I’m sure
awaits me once I see her, I turn to leave.

I
turn back and glare at her. “Tell him he couldn’t handle her,
even if he got her.” Then I slam the throne room door behind me,
the sound echoing throughout the castle.

That
pixie prick is dead.

Marissa Carmel has been writing since a
young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she
finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world.
She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers
as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to
Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching
up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the
sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final
installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.